The last time I saw Tony was at a Toots and the Maytals concert at Wolfgang's in San Francisco. It was after my first trip to Mexico in 1976-77. By 1978 after finally completing enough units I'd tranferred from Foothill JC to San Francisco State and was studying international relations. I was living near 16th and Mission in a room with a purple carpet where I was the only english speaker. I spoke enough spanish that mamacita rented to me. Phil Bliss asked me to meet him at that show. We had a great table right next to the stage and in walks Tony. You have to understand I adored and still adore Tony. We are soul brothers. At the time though we had been fussing over some childish nonsense that had gone down bad. But as soon as I saw him all that just disappeared. The three of us, Phil, Tony, and myself, had the greatest time. Phil just loved to bring us around, we were handsome and alive. All the ladies wanted to dance with us that night. I remember Wolfgang and his thugs came by to harrass us, they were jealous. But Phil pulled out some wizardry and they had to back off in confusion. Phil knew the scene, and protected us from what we didn't know. Phil was magical. Phil had pushed back Wolfgang's hordes and they literally couldn't come within fifty-feet of us. The most powerful talisman in the room that night was Phil's. Sadly Phil has gone ahead too.You have to understand Phil Bliss is my soul brother also.
Toots was rockin' Funky Kingston and just heatin' up the place. Nothing like the 70's funk! Kundalini fire! We sweated and swayed to the tribal soul of Jamaica and excersized the demons that night. I remember Tony's long black curls, the ladies loved him and I could still hold my own, it felt good to be that clear of guilt and karma, that barely 21, nothing to cause you to doubt yourself. At the end of the show we hugged. I gave Tony my address and he promised to come over and visit. He was riding a motorcycle at the time. Sadly Tony never made it to my place. Two weeks later he died in a motorcycle crash. For some strange reason I didn't hear about his death probably because I was at school and rarely used the phone. I found out when I went down to my mothers house for the weekend the week after the funeral. I mourned for weeks, I howled, I sang, I lamented my Aztec brother in the new world. I called his soul to me, to help him, I screamed life to his memory and immortality to his journey. I dreamed he visited me confused about his death. I comforted him in my dream and assured him he will always be loved. Later Phil told me he had heard that Tony and I had had some funk and had also invited Tony that night to the show! Thank you Phil for bringing Tony back to me. iheru
Harry Hall
The last time I saw Tony was at a Toots and the Maytals concert at Wolfgang's in San Francisco. It was after my first trip to Mexico in 1976-77. By 1978 after finally completing enough units I'd tranferred from Foothill JC to San Francisco State and was studying international relations. I was living near 16th and Mission in a room with a purple carpet where I was the only english speaker. I spoke enough spanish that mamacita rented to me. Phil Bliss asked me to meet him at that show. We had a great table right next to the stage and in walks Tony. You have to understand I adored and still adore Tony. We are soul brothers. At the time though we had been fussing over some childish nonsense that had gone down bad. But as soon as I saw him all that just disappeared. The three of us, Phil, Tony, and myself, had the greatest time. Phil just loved to bring us around, we were handsome and alive. All the ladies wanted to dance with us that night. I remember Wolfgang and his thugs came by to harrass us, they were jealous. But Phil pulled out some wizardry and they had to back off in confusion. Phil knew the scene, and protected us from what we didn't know. Phil was magical. Phil had pushed back Wolfgang's hordes and they literally couldn't come within fifty-feet of us. The most powerful talisman in the room that night was Phil's. Sadly Phil has gone ahead too.You have to understand Phil Bliss is my soul brother also.
Toots was rockin' Funky Kingston and just heatin' up the place. Nothing like the 70's funk! Kundalini fire! We sweated and swayed to the tribal soul of Jamaica and excersized the demons that night. I remember Tony's long black curls, the ladies loved him and I could still hold my own, it felt good to be that clear of guilt and karma, that barely 21, nothing to cause you to doubt yourself. At the end of the show we hugged. I gave Tony my address and he promised to come over and visit. He was riding a motorcycle at the time. Sadly Tony never made it to my place. Two weeks later he died in a motorcycle crash. For some strange reason I didn't hear about his death probably because I was at school and rarely used the phone. I found out when I went down to my mothers house for the weekend the week after the funeral. I mourned for weeks, I howled, I sang, I lamented my Aztec brother in the new world. I called his soul to me, to help him, I screamed life to his memory and immortality to his journey. I dreamed he visited me confused about his death. I comforted him in my dream and assured him he will always be loved. Later Phil told me he had heard that Tony and I had had some funk and had also invited Tony that night to the show! Thank you Phil for bringing Tony back to me. iheru